Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

thought Ray

"Ah --"

sharp pain in her palm brought her back to her

pain and she withdrew

Brody forcibly. "Don't move."

ordered coldly, frowning.

take the pieces out, he had to cut them

Would hurt.

the pale face of Tracy, and his heart trembled

couldn't bear to see her in such a

"No --"

touched her

not to mention the knife

she tried to take her hand back, but failed, because her hand

a while, the blood stained Tracy's and

eyes, which were full of fear and timidity, and frowned.

"You know it hurts?"

It's none of your business. You don't have to

a leap from the chair to the ground stiffly, her

red by blood again, Brody

"Have a seat --"

of threatening

more stubborn

"No --"

shook her head.

looked at him coldly, "Brody, are you worried about

looked at him ironically.

was stunned. It seemed that he remembered what he was doing after being

eyes were as cold as ice. He pulled her to a chair and placed

want me to care about you? How Shamless

He snorted.

he was still so furious that he

you

to threaten.

much and

dizzy as if she

"A little bit painful..."

said with

heart skipped a beat when

flashed

that Tracy was very feeble, but she was still unwilling to fall to

didn't say

painful,

down at her. Then he made up his mind and said.

that, he pointed the sharp knife at the wound on her palm.

to be stabbed into her flesh. She shivered and her heart skipped

from the bottom

also because her own thought was making trouble.

her body, it must be shaken back and forth in her flesh. Cut the

"Hmm --"

knife was stuck in her palm, Tracy almost

teeth, she hummed.

"Clap -"

of liquid dripped on Brody's hand and made a clear

whether it was her tears or her

hand held the hilt of the knife. He was a little hesitant when he felt the liquid on his hand. But soon he

and pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although he tried to keep

pain in her palm seemed to

feel the knife

from tangle to twisted. Because of the pain, her whole body

pain, her eyes finally

lips were cut

out several

"Idiot --"

wrong with Tracy, Brody finally couldn't do anything to her. Annoyed, he stared at the crying woman.